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Dexter drove Caroline home in almost complete silence. She would’ve preferred to have driven herself, but Mark had taken the car. It was, of course, still absent when she returned home, and she felt strangely sad at seeing the car-less driveway. It was rare she came home to an empty house, and in the light of what had happened it felt even more depressing than usual.
She waved to Dexter and fumbled in her pocket for her house keys. As she did so, she noticed a plant pot had ended up on its side, smashed. The geraniums that’d been on glorious show inside it were scattered on the paving slabs. Must’ve been a fox or some cats fighting, she thought. She sighed and told herself she’d deal with it in the morning. But her relaxed attitude changed the moment she reached her front door.
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